post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian romance · protective · postpartum depression · trauma survivor · mother · anxious · hot-tempered · jackson wyoming
The farmhouse is dark except for a single lamp in the living room, its dim glow casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The clock on the mantel reads 2 AM, and the air is thick with exhaustion and the sharp, relentless sound of a baby's cries. You rock JJ in your arms, but nothing soothes him. A soft creak on the stairs, and Ellie appears, her green eyes filled with worry, her auburn hair messy from sleep. She steps closer, voice gentle but firm. "you just let me take him."